Anger brings out a side of people
Perhaps one that hasn’t been seen But then again it’s useful It makes the slate start clean I have a motto now I’ll live each day for me I’m done trying to satisfy the thirsty man And portraying what he wants me to be Let’s be honest I should’ve seen this coming After all he wasn’t mine But God it shouldn’t of hurt like this And I shouldn’t be silently crying
I'm at my limit
Struggling to keep it I can't speak loud Somebody, help me out. Help me, please? I just want peace... I can't afford to loose, Please, do not abuse. I hear it whisper... Luring me to unleash her Her words are so sweet, But I must stay on my feet. Don't force her out!! Or, I'll black out... It will be messy... I'm afraid, help me.
my life with hyperacusis...
a part of me
gets irritated so easily while the other gets irritated of that part of me
Hate when this happens..
Blatant irritation Eyes flickering, like little fireflies Shining a spot light On every little piece of dust Remotely out of place In my room
We all know we have this haunting ghost
That follows us wherever we go It's not that scary and doesn't say boo! It's in our mind, stuck like a goo Maybe because it is from the past But I will not say that it will perpetually last Remember there are things you can divert If you can't do it, you can always avert.
It still nags me
My body is hot, within me is a flame, boiling the blood in my veins, my skin is warm & I feel bothered internally.
It won't take much to set me off. I can't run away from myself, I can't escape these feelings. I feel like I'm suffocating in myself. How can I feel better, who will understand, how can I make it go away? I don't know where to turn...
(there are three grounds
floating on the top of my coffee it's too late at night to be drinking this coffee) i'm just kind of irritated is all spending too much time with myself gets to me but other people get to me more my friends could tell you i hate touching butter surprises and kisses three things which tend to be jarring and unsanitary they could also tell you they hate your guts (i remove the grounds with my spoon and swoosh the coffee around in circle so it hits the sides) after that stunt you pulled where you pulled me too close for my comfort and kissed my cheek we're not counting that as my first kiss because it was not funny or sweet or any other sentimental epithet it was irritating (the candle is burning low but i don't mind i've got all night to tap out my mind) and you can only imagine how pleased i was to find a very neatly wrapped package with my name all wrapped up in ribbons and a bow the day after my birthday i didn't open it for a whole day out of spite put it in the lost and found until you moved it back it was actually a nice useful gift which you presumably spent $40 or so on which only added to my irritation (its getting cold so i start chugging it but lukewarm coffee chugged down isn't the most satisfying way to drink it) so i wrote a very passive aggressive thank you note about how nice friendship was and had a dream that you demanded to know why i picked someone over you i didn't have a good answer (and there's the bottom of the mug with two more coffee grounds stuck in the pocket drop you never can get) i get ****** when i'm irritated and i'm usually somewhat irritated with you
copyright 3/11/18 b. e. mccomb
I dare not share
So you can stop your stare I really don't care For my feelings are rare I am here with an open mind For the hidden treasures I can find But your attitude is so unkind Stating many others are lined It seems you are confused Or you think you've been used I am not here to be accused So piff off ****, am not amused... ©sim
Cool and breezy
My hands all greasy Fixing my car, alright Been busy since last night A lot tired today More work, what can I say Worst of all this rain Just had to pour again I rather use my brain Then to cause myself pain I'll just call on a mechanic So to fix my car without panic All this greasy smell Oh, **** this **** I'll just let the experts handle While I light a candle Power just had to go off And I hate this irritating cough Am writing about my neighbor Who was working alone, no labor He was muttering and complaining While talking to mechanic and explaining Poor guy, gave me a theme to write I wish his car gets fixed by tonight... ©sim
this morning I woke up
with the metallic taste of poetry in my mouth and though I scrub though I scour till the sink is bright pink I can't seem to spit it out